Jedi didn't panic. It wasn't very Jedi of them. Zathria pushing the engines of her ship to the point that they would probably need repairs after this and calling the local authorities on Berchest repeatedly and nagging them half to death wasn't panic. It was "rational concern."
She had used the Force to be additionally persuasive even from a distance, and a SWAT team was already on the way to the site of the disturbance. Reports that there had been an explosion near the district that Padawans were in told Zathria everything she needed to know. Now, it was just a matter of hurtling through hyperspace until she could arrive on the planet.
Zathria was pacing anxiously around the cabin of the ship - not panicking - just being proportionally rationally concerned. "Something, something you're too attached to your Padawan something something," she could practically hear some Master saying. Yeah, well, they could stick it.
After about five to ten minutes of this pacing, Zathria finally stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath in and plopped down into a meditative position on the cold steel floor.
It wasn't for her own sake that she meditated, but it was through the Force that she reached out to Ezra. There was little she could say in the situation, but she could feel his distress. Fear, anxiety, anger. Emotions that were not of the Light, but feelings she could hardly fault him for.
You are one with the Force. he would almost be able to hear her say, and the words - or rather the impression in the Force - would be one that was of a peace as if he were the eye of a storm. Even as everything swirled around him, it was the power of the Light and the realization that he was not alone. Not just because the Force was with him but because she was there and so were his friends.
It was all that she could do, and no matter how much she wanted to be there now, she knew that she, too, had to trust in the Force.
@Sreeya
She had used the Force to be additionally persuasive even from a distance, and a SWAT team was already on the way to the site of the disturbance. Reports that there had been an explosion near the district that Padawans were in told Zathria everything she needed to know. Now, it was just a matter of hurtling through hyperspace until she could arrive on the planet.
Zathria was pacing anxiously around the cabin of the ship - not panicking - just being proportionally rationally concerned. "Something, something you're too attached to your Padawan something something," she could practically hear some Master saying. Yeah, well, they could stick it.
After about five to ten minutes of this pacing, Zathria finally stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath in and plopped down into a meditative position on the cold steel floor.
It wasn't for her own sake that she meditated, but it was through the Force that she reached out to Ezra. There was little she could say in the situation, but she could feel his distress. Fear, anxiety, anger. Emotions that were not of the Light, but feelings she could hardly fault him for.
You are one with the Force. he would almost be able to hear her say, and the words - or rather the impression in the Force - would be one that was of a peace as if he were the eye of a storm. Even as everything swirled around him, it was the power of the Light and the realization that he was not alone. Not just because the Force was with him but because she was there and so were his friends.
It was all that she could do, and no matter how much she wanted to be there now, she knew that she, too, had to trust in the Force.
@Sreeya